Raven: Pitchy black she-cat with big sky blue eyes, and white paws, really skinny
This story is for one of my best friends, Striker in the Night, she won my contest. So this is her reward. A story based on one of her favorite songs, Dear Mr. President by: Pink.
A jet black she-cat with white paws slunk down the alley streets with her head down. She was merely eight moons old, not supposed to show her face to the "superior" toms. They were better than her, or that's what he said anyway. The leader, Scourge, was such fox dung sometimes. He was nothing but a jerk who though he could push cats around. It's like we were his emotionless puppets. He could do whatever he wanted to do with us, and we wouldn't care.
I passed by some of the alleys. Kits were crying for food and their mothers tried to quiet them. She-cats cried, their mates tried to comfort them, but it was useless. They cried for love, food, water, shelter, and hope. Hope that one day they would be freed from the cruelness of their leader. Young she-cats like me were getting tortured by older toms. We had to call them our masters.
Mine's name was Bone. That's right. I had the deputy as my master. Lucky me, he beat me every day. I haven't eaten in days because of him. He told me I was fat, no offence sir, but have you looked in the water lately? Not to mention he was a scared cat. If he did one thing wrong he'd panic and blame it on me. I just sighed and got it over with. I didn't hurt anymore; I was like an emotionless puppet. I just ignored my feelings and pain, and focused on survival.
I was just broken. Like a piece of shattered glass. I couldn't be fixed no matter how many times you tried to put me back together. I've been zombified in that sort of way. In my state of mind, I seen only the rays of destruction I was put through. Yet, I was doing something for my alley brothers and sisters. They could still feel the freedom even though I couldn't. And their faith stirred something inside of me.
So now I was walking down that alley. I was going to see the infamous Scourge. The piercing icy blue eyes that would glow evilly once I'd look into them. I shuddered in the rain.
I frowned slightly, "Dear Mr. Leader, come and take a walk with me. Can we just be two equals? One time when you're no better than me. You'll treat me well, like company. Can I ask you some questions? You'd answer them honestly."
I reached outside his den and listened to the wails inside. The cat was begging for mercy. In a few seconds a gray, scraggly body landed at my paws. Tears stained their face, and their leg was twisted. Scourge truly was a monster.
Oh well…I don't matter anymore. If I die, I'll die defying him.
The lyrics: Dear Mr. President, come take a walk me. Let's pretend we're just two people, and you're not better than me. I'd like to ask you some questions, we can speak honestly.
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